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Her words were difficult to understand past the thick accent that cushioned otherwise familiar words, but Turmeric's interest in the topic at hand was enough to keep him riveted, despite the sometimes struggle to figure out just what she was saying.

Her eyes and voice served as a two-fold warning.

The excitement that followed jarred the young mind. He was still transfixed on the plant - wanting to know, but Aerin seemed keen to move away from the thing, and Turmeric... hmm. His instincts said to stay away, but some deep and prodding curiosity wanted to see if everything Aerin said was real.

"Okay," he said, though the look on his face was not fully present. He wasn't really sure what swimming was, not really on his mind to ask. Even as he set on to follow after the new mother, he remained riddled with thoughts far from whatever swimming would bring. "Why's there poison?" he asked. If poison was so bad, why was there poison around at all?